It’s been a while! Suffice it say that the MFA is going well; life is, well, life (with all its ups and downs); and I am getting very good at knitting.
After months of waiting, I’m super thrilled to say that my poem “Burning Pine” is up at Deep South Magazine, which you can read in the link if you’re so inclined.
In other poetic good news, “Eight-Ball” was selected for inclusion in plain china, which is an annual anthology compiled of selections from undergraduate literary journals across the country (big deal). Some of my Colonnades colleagues/writer-friends were also chosen, so we’re a happy bunch with that.
Went to a fantastic multi-genre workshop this past fall on turning emotional landmines into literature, which generated a ton of new material for me. And I’m learning about teaching creative writing, as I’ll be an instructor in a few short months.
AWP is coming up in Minneapolis this April. So excited for that!
And that’s the news on the creative front.
Hi lovelies! This is a public service announcement, for those of us who write things, and enjoy writing things, and perhaps are so bold as to call ourselves writers and poets and creative types.
The Fem Literary Magazine is looking for submissions! I’m the poetry editor of this new mag, but we’re looking for poetry and prose, published on a rolling basis to our website.
A little bit about us? The Fem is a combo literary magazine and safe space. People with disabilities, people of color, women of color, members of the LGBTQIA community, trans people, and all members of oppressed groups are welcome here and encouraged to submit. Continue reading
There’s an episode of Doctor Who—The Girl Who Waited—in which one of his companions gets stuck on this planet without the Doctor and her husband. When they find her—the Doctor and Rory—Amy has been waiting for them to save her for nearly Continue reading
Lately, there have been a lot of feelings. A lot of ups and downs, of all kinds. I’m beginning to get used to this whole MFA thing (which I am simultaneously loving, and being inspired by, and also feeling as though I completely do not deserve to be here).
I hear that if you’re in a group meditation, sometimes you can kind of coast the meditative, collective high, that it and those around you elevate you. This MFA thing Continue reading
We remember the rabbit when we see the duck, but we cannot experience both at the same time. —E.H. Gombrich, Art and Illusion
What do you remember? When I looked at
his streaky glasses, I wanted
to leave him. And before that? He stole those
cherries for me at midnight. We were walking Continue reading
I’ve been fairly contemplative, a bit meta, over this whole crazy thing that IS grad school – specifically, English graduate school. Everyone says graduate school is terrible, but you love it, but you hate it, and you have no free time because classes and research suck your life. But – and maybe this is just me – it really doesn’t seem that bad. So here are my thoughts, on what this is like. For me, at least. Continue reading